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Truth rarely reveals itself to those who chase it.
It waits in the spaces between thoughts,
where certainty begins to dissolve
and questions become more important than answers.
To contemplate is not to withdraw from the world,
but to look beyond its surface.
Perhaps truth is not something we eventually possess.
Perhaps it is something we approach endlessly,
a distant horizon that moves whenever we move.
And perhaps the search itself
is the closest we ever come to finding it.